King in Yellow

The Origin Universe converges into one, and each different aspect, though seemingly independent, is in fact a derivative of the 'original body' existing in the Origin Universe.

The previous ' Holy Sword wielder ' Artoria, and the King of Knights's side profile, were like this.

But only the girl before him, who also bore the name ' Artoria ', was a side of himself from a different world that the King of Knights had not yet subdued.

The reason I don't restrain myself isn't because I can't, but simply because I'm unwilling—

"She...is different from me." At that time, Artoria, who sensed her 'sorcerer girl' side in the connection built through the link of ' Chaldeas ' from the Origin Universe, found herself.

At that time, the Origin Universe already encompassed the vast sea of stars. Although it was still difficult to say that the ' Human Order brilliance illuminated the Milky Way' in the true sense, it had already spread outward from the solar system.

All the stars in sight are within my grasp, and the vast universe is no longer as mysterious as it once was.

But at that moment, facing the endless stars, the expression on Artoria's face that Rovi saw was extremely complex.

So Rovi asked, naturally surprised, "Different?"

He saw in Artoria's eyes a girl who looked almost exactly like her, but wore a Magecraft's robe; he saw a girl who grew up as a sorcerer.

"Indeed... it's different."

As a queen Artoria is awe-inspiring and holy; as a knight Artoria is noble and humble; as a swordswoman, Artoria is spirited and vigorous...

But they all have one thing in common, which is 'restraint'.

Learning self-control is an essential path to becoming a king or a knight.

Once you learn self-control, you'll no longer be naive.

But the sorcerer's daughter... lacked this restraint.

Purely kind.

"She is indeed different from you." Rovi laughed. "So, that's why you didn't absorb her?"

"Hmm." Starlight fell on the King of Knights's handsome and beautiful face, and his sky-blue eyes sparkled like nebulae.

She stood at the very top of the 'tree,' the 'wind' from the universe blowing her golden, shimmering hair and lifting her blue robe. Her graceful, lithe female body, embraced by the robe, stood upright like a pine tree, calm and composed. "She is different from me."

"She grew up in a world full of despair, yet she was able to maintain her original purity and beauty... This is something I wished for, but could not achieve."

"Lord Rovi, I hope you can take her to the world where she was born."

"Ah... that's right, I promised that guy."

Of course, Rovi wouldn't refuse.

The world that Artoria, who was a sorcerer, was born into was the world that he had promised to save, the world that the Celtic Supreme Deity named ' Cernunnos ' had requested and hoped he would save.

That is precisely a branch of the inevitable world that Rovi has just arrived in.

But actually... it's not just because she was your initial purity, is it?

At that moment, when Rovi looked at Artoria's face, he could see much more in those azure eyes than he could have imagined.

Artoria was not trying to save herself.

It's not this world either.

He is... someone who was supposed to be close to her, but ended up falling apart.

Morgana LeFéyt.

King Arthur's older sister...

"Mr. Rovi, what are you thinking about?" 2016, Chaldeas, high in the Arctic mountains. Outside the window, snow and wind swirled endlessly. Beyond the snow and wind, the world was a blank, a spacetime that had completely collapsed after the destruction of Human Order and the burning away of existence.

Here, inside Chaldeas, the sound emanating from the steel-encased 'greenhouse' brought Rovi back to his senses.

He looked at the girl before him. Artoria, dressed in Magecraft's robe, had a hint of confusion in her azure eyes. Her long skirt swayed, and her legs, tightly bound in black stockings, supported her delicate body. As if she had seen the god Rovi, she couldn't help but raise her face with a hint of worry.

At this moment, she even stood on tiptoe, leaned forward, and placed her hand on Rovi's forehead.

The girl was only a hair's breadth away from him. Her hair brushed against his face, and his gaze fell on her shapely buttocks, which lifted up to reveal a beautiful curve. The soft warmth of her buttocks made him feel a surge of desire, but Rovi simply composed himself and said, "I'm fine. I was just thinking about some things."

"Hmm... Are you really alright?" Artoria's eyes still held a hint of worry. The world she was born into was Lostbelt that originated from the current world. It was a Lostbelt that originated from the world that was 'cut out'.

In that world, there were no legends about Rovi, nor any rumors about the Holy Son.

Therefore, Artoria was unaware of Rovi's power.

In her memory.

Rovi was just someone who was very kind to him and the person closest to him.

That's all.

"It's not hot..." The girl withdrew her hand, her delicate eyebrows slightly lowered.

Rovi found this rather amusing, saying that this was the first time someone had worried about whether he was sick, "I'm really fine."

"Buyi, you've just returned from the Singularity Point, you need to get some rest!"

The sorceress girl almost irrefutably took Rovi's hand and made him sit on her bed.

The scent of the young girl still lingered in the pristine white bedding. The girl, dressed in a classically styled robe, placed her slender hands on Rovi's shoulders and declared confidently, "From now on, I'll make sure you get a good rest!"

"I'd like to get some rest, but..." Rovi pointed to the door. "There's someone outside."

"Cough cough cough..." Following Rovi's gesture, several awkward coughs were heard from outside the door.

The sorceress girl instantly withdrew her hand, a slight blush rising to her cheeks.

She turned and looked towards the door.

A head popped in. "If we're busy, we'll come again next time..."

"Come in here!"

With a wave of his hand, Rovi pulled the figure outside the door inside instantly.

Her short red hair flew wildly as Ritsuka, still in her combat uniform, slipped into the room. Looking at the two behaving intimately, she scratched her head and asked, "Would you believe me if I said I didn't eavesdrop on purpose?"

"Senior... I told you, you have to knock first!"

Mash, following behind Ritsuka, wore a helpless expression.

"Fou!" Fou protested as well.

Ritsuka's smile became even more awkward.

Fortunately, Da Vinci eased the awkward atmosphere. "Oh my, how lively!"

The European medieval artist, dressed in a medieval court dress and appearing as a young girl, entered, her long black hair drawing a graceful curve in the air.

"However, I never imagined I would actually meet you..."

With his slightly curled hair swaying, Da Vinci bowed slightly and looked at Rovi with a somewhat enigmatic expression.

As one of the most famous artists in Human History and one of the "three masters" who brought about the European medieval Renaissance, Leonardo da Vinci was not an atheist during his lifetime, but he was an opponent of the church.

From the church's perspective, calling him the 'Antichrist' is not an exaggeration...

"Anything that has been distorted should be opposed."

Rovi seemed unconcerned. "According to you, I am also an 'Antichrist'."

After all, after consolidating the only existence, whatever 'Christ' did in any time and space, even at the beginning of the Common Era, was to liberate people's minds and let them be their own 'masters'.

The Christ of the future was distorted and became a shackle that imprisoned people's minds. Breaking them is actually the same as breaking his own beliefs.

"Of course I know."

Da Vinci smiled politely, "That's why I've always only opposed the Church."

"I've read your manuscripts, and I have some questions..."

Having discarded his initial, negligible prejudices, Da Vinci began to consult with Rovi on some issues.

Some philosophical and theoretical knowledge.

Then she discovered that although this 'sage' was active in the Early Common Era, he was very knowledgeable about the philosophy of human society, the development of the world, and even some modern technological principles.

Not just in religion and philosophy, but in almost every field, Rovi could easily answer her questions...

Artoria tilted her head, looking at the fervent-faced Da Vinci and the calmly explaining things to Rovi, and she didn't say anything, but simply sat down quietly next to Rovi.

Ritsuka and Mash, who were standing nearby, exchanged a glance without saying a word, but both of them saw happiness in each other's eyes.

I was happy to confirm that Rovi had indeed arrived.

Although the time they spent together was not short, they had a very good impression of this 'saint' and found their time with him extremely comfortable.

It is a very happy thing to be able to continue the friendship.

Yes...

"So, shouldn't that guy hiding in the shadows come out too?"

"Rovi suddenly said."

Da Vinci, recovering from the process of acquiring endless profound knowledge, said, "Hmm... I almost forgot if you hadn't mentioned it."

"Romani Archiman..."

"Haha, you guys can chat, I still need to keep an eye on the central control room..."

Romani, who had been hiding outside the door since the beginning, peeked out, but before he could finish saying he was going to run away, he was grabbed by Rovi.

Why are you running? I'm not going to eat you!

Romani Archiman was trembling.

Don't worry!

Rovi patted him on the shoulder. "I won't eat you, I won't hit you, and I certainly won't scold you—"

"Really?" Roman... or rather, the Magic King Solomon's eyes lit up with hope.

"When have I ever lied?" The Lord's will is always absolute. "At most, I'll just punish you by not letting you eat strawberry cake—"

"You might as well just kill me!"

Roman's eyes instantly broke down. If he couldn't eat cake, what was the point of living?

"Then we can choose something else, like not letting you play certain visual novels, like those that just came out recently..."

"I'm sorry, I'll never do it again, please punish me!"

Roman interrupted Rovi's words by banging his head on the ground, amidst the strange looks from Ritsuka, Mash, and Da Vinci.

Ugh, if this keeps going on, I feel like I'm really going to die.

Social death is far more painful than anything else!

"Alright, I won't tease you anymore." Rovi waved his hand. "In any case, this is your choice, and I didn't come here to punish you—"

"However, there are some things that you shouldn't do, and you shouldn't do them."

For example, I risked my life to stop Goetia, who called himself "King Solomon" but was actually the embodiment of Seventy-Two Demon Gods, from Incineration of Humanity... I didn't die, so what right do you have to die?

Thinking about this, Rovi couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.

However, Romani Archman was relieved.

Although he only received a revelation from the Lord once during his reign as King of Israel, that moment of being cursed left him with a psychological shadow that he could never erase for the rest of his life.

In the days that followed, the sound of that outburst of abuse would still occasionally echo in my ears.

Harbin people

Jian is too cute!

"Let's leave this guy alone," Rovi said, looking at Ritsuka. "Although I helped you once, I won't get too involved in the upcoming Incineration of Humanity."

"It's not appropriate for me to interfere too much—you should understand that."

Ritsuka understood, of course.

Just like the French Singularity that was just 'resolved'... Although Rovi defeated Cthulhu, in reality, while Rovi was the main force, it was Ritsuka who played the most crucial role.

These are the people who are still alive in this world, which is in a state of Incineration of Humanity, represented by Ritsuka.

In this world, Rovi is the 'savior' who exists in the past.

But what's past is past.

Those who are alive.

Those seemingly powerless masses... are the true, present saviors.

Are you confident?

"Of course!" Ritsuka grinned, the red-haired girl's pretty face clear and firm as she said, "Although I'm just an ordinary person... I also carry a lot on my shoulders, you know? Rovi-senpai!"

"Then let's make some oil... Ritsuka, Mash."

"Yes!"

"I see!"

"Fou!"

The final cry of protest carried a sense of being ignored.

Early Common Era.

The Roman Empire, the desert, and the swirling sandstorms.

The magnificent theater was packed, with the audience members writhing and churning in their seats amidst a thick, black, yellow mist, with countless tentacles resembling aquatic creatures spreading out.

The blonde-haired, red-skirted Roman Emperor stood at the center of the stage, swaying and emitting a clear, crisp sound, "Mmm mmm..."

"Welcome to my stage!"

"Belonging to me—"

"The Glorious Grand Theatre!"

Her skirt fluttered, and a burst of red light flashed, like rose petals fluttering in the sky.

The 'audience' let out roars... wails, a mournful and pitiful sound.

They are Old Ones' Kin from beyond the world.

They were facing the true King of the Thousand Worlds.

—Nero Claudius.

"My singing... indeed, only I can appreciate it!"

"Since the petitioner cannot come."

"Then I'll have to find a way myself... after I've completely defeated Jiang Qing and the others."

What do you think...?

"Hastur?"

The girl... raised her beautiful eyes, and what she saw was the magnificent and prosperous city of Rome, and even more so, the gods who perched atop the city.

An indescribable god draped in a yellow robe.

Hastur, the Yellow-Clad King.